Matters of Life and Death || Jax and James
Jax had sent the note to the morgue a few days prior and had already put it out of his mind. It was nearing noontime and the shop was empty of patrons, so he set about to cleaning his tea sets and sifting through his tins to make sure the mixes were still fresh, which of course they were.
After finishing that, he went into his backroom to check on the litter of kittens he’d found in an alleyway in the South End. He was feeding the smallest one from a glass dropper when he heard his door swing open and chime the bells, alerting him that a customer had arrived.
“How can I help you?” he called, setting aside the dropper and laying the kitten down gently. “I’ll be out in just a moment.”